Kissing a smoker is like licking an ashtray.

It isn't tying himself to one woman that a man dreads when he thinks of marrying; it's separating himself from all the others.

In love, somehow, a man's heart is always either exceeding the speed limit, or getting parked in the wrong place.

Falling in love consists merely in uncorking the imagination and bottling the common sense.

A man marries one woman to escape from many others, and then chases many others to forget he's married to one.

Marriage is a bargain, and somebody has to get the worst end of the bargain.

Going through life without love is like going through a good dinner without an appetite -- everything seems so flat and tasteless.